[AllahWise] It's time to sit down and eat, still grinding the street Grinding my teeth, like I'm grinding on ground meat And still run around with heat, hit ya head, down in defeat Guard the nigga, banging the beat Now I'm written and produced, mix like liquor and juice I took one toke, gave me a boost, I let it loose Scratch like a pit off the chain, came to shit on the game The shit change, God, shit ain't the same Rap rich niggas did it for fame, but whose to blame, when A hand full of rappers slain in the picture frame Shit I got a list of names, I ain't playing You get extorted, shot and killed for not paying Man fuck what the media saying, we in the bush, laying Bullets is spraying, duck'll get ya wig pushed way in Poly with pop, shine ya shoes and doo-rag socks Show me how it used to box, roll pap' on the spot Before you sold dope and crack on the block And got knocked and did time like a clock And came home, saw new faces, way grown Keeping up with the Jones, clappin' the chrome Fuck, rapping on the microphone Man they wanna crack the dome, til they shatter the bone Catch you alone, snatch everything you own Dead you, dial tone, days of Al Capone Nicky Bonds sold bricks of heroin I saw fiends stick in they arm, got higher than a sticky tron
[Chorus: Darkim Be Allah] Son, I got shit on my mind, ain't got time to breath You talk tough, but niggas be, dying every day Wise man play the part of a fool, and then stop...
[AllahWise] You were standing too close to the edge, I told my little man Hold ya head, amazed by the pimp talk Walk like I had a rope leg, we both broke bread Sat at the table and ate, like two big grown mans Lickin' the plate, there's eight ways to split a cake Look at how much we can make, without duckin' the jakes Holding a rusty knife, cutting the steak Like Hammer, made a fucking mistake, hustling In another state of mind, we grind, wake up on time What we do they might say is a crime, you know they all lying Caught them niggas dropping a dime, you just a rapper Try'nna pop big bottles of wine, you crossed the border line Evicted it all in my mind, I didn't piss, make this Part of a rhyme, so you can get back, lost in shine Knowing it's hard to find this marvelous design My duty is to teach the young, cuz the streets is the slums Eating crumb, who the fuck wanna be a bum Make you wanna reach for my gun, cuz where I'm from Niggas try'nna cop more than one, cuz we ain't got none
[Chorus: Darkim Be Allah] Son, I got shit on my mind, ain't got time to breath You talk tough, but niggas be, dying every day Wise man play the part of a fool, and then stop Had a dream I saw Wise with that old school bop Hip hop, can touch me, grab feels copped on Broadway Type that clock sales in the highway Do it in the street like tax free money, fuck the poor way Twenty-four, seven, like every day, all dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
